When It Comes to Taoist Arts, I'm the Grandmaster

Opening scene: A person stood at the edge of a cliff, hands behind their back, brow furrowed and gaze sharp as a torch, watching everything unfold below with an expression impossible to read.

“Headmaster, Black Hemp Granny has released the ‘Western Shu Vine-Armored Corpse,’ and I have used the ‘Soul-Binding Silver Bell’ to restrain most of its ferocity. With Senior Brother He Lishi’s cultivation as a ‘Spirit-Battle Child,’ he should be able to control this poisonous corpse. But I don’t understand why we need to go to such lengths, even sacrificing this thousand-year-old poisonous corpse to stage this self-sacrificing ruse.” The middle-aged man beside him, dressed in the black garments of the Miao frontier, asked respectfully, his face full of confusion.

“A mere few hundred Fusang sorcerers are no reason to make such a fuss. But if we want to lure that cunning dwarf into our trap and uncover the secrets of Fusang, this is the only way! You should understand the stakes.” The person at the cliff’s edge spoke coldly, revealing unwavering resolve and careful calculation...